Page 59 of Wulver's Flame

“Thank you for my gifts,” I said, turning toward him.

My smile faltered when his eyes turned golden.

It wasn't just a flash.

They glowed.

They glowed like the night-watching he said he received the prophecy from the Gods.

Bound by blood and by fate. Every life. The wolf and the flame.

The eerie whisper echoed inside me.

Before I could decipher the words, Vargr pushed me flat on the bed.

“I can scent it,” he growled, yanking up my skirt.

I considered using the dagger on him, but tossed it to the side to pull the hard balls of yarn out from beneath my back. His face was between my legs, and he took several loud inhalations of me before he lifted his head.

“You are carrying our pup,” he declared with a grin.

I swallowed. The words settled in my chest like a weight.

Bound by blood and by fate. Every life. The wolf and the flame.

The line echoed in my mind—not a whisper, not magic—just memory.

His prophecy. His claim about us.

And now this…child.

In every life? Was that possible?

The child was part of it. Part of this bond. Part of whatever…this was between us.

“What’s wrong?” he asked, brow furrowing.

The wolf and the flame.

I was the flame.

Something inside me had just been lit.

Awakened.

Chapter 27

Vargr

Asliver of fear stabbed through me as I thought she would reject our pup again, but the bond held no revulsion. There was only confusion, fear and flickers of astonishment. I gasped when her eyes flickered gold. Her wolf.

Sköll surged, snarling, trying to claw his way out of me.

NOT YET!I roared at him.

“Úlfa mín, look at me,” I commanded sharply, plucking the ball of yarn from her lifeless fingers and tossing it aside.

She blinked several times, her chest rising and falling too fast.